End of the present

Whatever the number of our days
Or progression of the minutes
The seconds are countless
And time betrays
Life decays
There is nothing in this place
But waiting
And working to bring the moment
When the relentless floods promise
To burst through the dams
We cannot stop the inevitable
But we can measure a stake
In the time we are here
To be unmoved by the things of the moment
Because we await the forever
And will never stop
Even if the birth pains are torment
We do not regret
We do not pretend
We seek mercy
We seek grace
And desire only to repent
Of those things that make us die
Inside and outside
The flesh is the great betrayer
Now is the day
When our destiny is revealed
And we shine with his light
Forever after
And we shall fly
And conquer the sky
In his hands

“Time is a created thing. To say 'I don't have time,' is like saying, 'I don't want to.”
Lao Tzu